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Blackberries
by William Allingham
Allingham, William (1824-1889)
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[The Poet's your only practical man]
[Rash is the man that woos]
[Bard makes not Poem, not the shortest one]
[I love all the masters of poesie]
[Not like Homer would I write]
[The loving Poet shapes his fine delight.]
[You cannot see in the world the work of the Poet's pen]
[What chiefly makes a poem? not opulence, nor grace]
[Through the harmony of words]
[The Bard sings Beauty, and what lies behind]
[No wonder if the accurate man]
[If you love not Poetry]
[Many for Poems care much, for Poesie little or nothing]
[Best Poesie, by very skill of words]
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Blackberries
[The Wisest Living Mortal—Oh]
The
Wisest Living Mortal—Oh
If one ten-thousandth part he knew
Of what our Teachers claim to know,
And gave us tidings true,
From east and west and north and south
How we should swarm to his gold mouth!
Blackberries